I have an OC called FalconHalo that I use in the forum Messengers of the Twili, RPG, and More. This is his story.

The Story of FalconHalo

17 years ago, today

The Twili woman frantically drew the pentagram, the dull scraping of the chalk and her panicked breathing the only things audible.

She drew a circle connecting the points of the pentagram, the put down runes between the arms.

That finished, she went over to the baby Twili lying in the nearby basket.

It gurgled happily as she picked it up, and passed her hand over its eyes, muttering a spell as she did so. As a glow appeared over its eyes, it fell asleep and she began to speak.

"Whoever finds this baby, he is your son. He was born to you, and you have raised him all his life as you would any other child. If he wants to learn to fight and use weapons, encourage and supply him. His first name shall be Dane, his last name yours."

Then, as the glow from its eyes faded, she drew another rune in the air in front of it and cast an illusion, and the baby changed appearance from a Twili to a human.

She then placed it in the middle of the pentagram, and stood back with a relieved expression as it was teleported away. She had succeeded.

When the light had faded, she turned to leave, only to be thrown roughly back as the door flew open. A large, angry looking man with black armor, red hair, and green skin stormed in. he looked around the tiny room, then at the woman.

"WHERE IS HE?"

"You will never kill him now."

"FOOL!" He stretched out his hand, and dark lightning flew from it into the woman.

She screamed, lit up from within, then she was dead, incinerated, her ashes falling to the floor.

As Ganondorf angrily strode out, a woman and her husband on a different world were woken by a bright flash of light.

They went over to the baby on the floor, confused. As they picked it up, its eyes opened, and the spell spread in a shockwave from the house. Birth records appeared overnight. False memories involving him were instilled. And everyone thought that his name was Dane Cunnings, and that they had known him since his birth.

Present day

"Hey! Dane! Get in here!"

"mrrgh… what is so important that you had to wake me?"

"Just get over here!"

"Alright, I'm coming…"

Dane was 17 now, and just out of high school. As he walked past the mirror hanging on the hallway wall, he caught a glimpse of himself out of the corner of his eye. He had bluish-gray skin, flaming orange hair, yellow eyes, and strange markings on his body.

Wait… what the hell?

He walked back to the mirror, and looked again. This time, he looked normal.

Weird… did I really wake up?

"Hey, Dane, you still alive? Get in here!"

As he walked into the living room, his older brother, Matt, set a package down on the coffee table.

"What kept you?"

"I saw my reflection in the mirror, and-"

"Shit, I didn't think you were that ugly!"

"Never mind. Why do you need me in here?"

Matt indicated to the package on the table.

"Happy birthday!"

Dane gave him a blank stare.

Matt shot him a look of disbelief. "You are fucking kidding me. You forgot your own birthday?"

"Hey, I just got up!"

"That doesn't matter! You need to remember these things! Ah, you're hopeless, just open the gift."

"Thanks for that, by the way." He tore off the tape on top, reached in, and pulled out a Colt 45. "Hey, thanks!"

"I know you've wanted that for a while. I even loaded it for you so you can do some target practice. Why do you like old guns so much?"

"Hey, some of the older ones are the best." Dane left the room, shoving the western-like revolver into his belt.

As he passed the mirror again, he couldn't help but look. This time, he looked different again, and it stayed. As he leaned over the cabinet in front of the mirror for a better look, an imp-like creature appeared behind and above his reflection.

Dane jumped back in shock, and looked behind him. There was nothing. He looked in the mirror again, and the creature was still there, grinning a wide, fanged grin.

Then, the mirror glowed white, and Dane felt himself being pulled towards it. Yelling, he grabbed onto the edge of the cabinet, his feet inches from the mirror. However, the pull was quite strong, and he felt the cheap pressboard cracking under his fingers.

"Cheap piece of shi-AAAUUUGGGHHH!" He yelled in shock as a large orange hand grabbed him and pulled him into the mirror just as Matt ran around the corner, stopping as he saw the scene before him. Matt ran towards the mirror, but by the time he got there the glow had faded.

Dane was in darkness, the only things visible himself, another portal that had opened as the first closed, and the hand's arm running off into the darkness.

Dane bit down on the hand as hard as he could, then opened his mouth in surprise.

Hair?

The hand didn't let go, but a high pitched giggle could be heard coming from the darkness.

He pulled the Colt from his belt, pulling the hammer back as he did so. Tilting the gun up, he managed to shoot the hand in the wrist. The bullet tore through, and the hand, forced open, drew back into the darkness.

As he landed on the theoretical ground, the hand came back as a fist and punched him, sending him flying through the portal, which then closed.

Voices could be heard in the darkness:

"Midna! Why did you do that? Now we'll have to find him again!"

"Shut up, Zelda! Didn't you see what he did to me?"

"Imagine yourself in his position! What would you have done?"

"Ugh, I guess you're right. As usual. Well, seeing as you have the gift of wisdom, where is he?"

"How the hell should I know? You opened the portal!"

"It wasn't synchronized yet! He could have been sent anywhere!"

"Of course… we should get Link to help. This is too big a task to do on our own."

"Where is he?"

"I don't know. I don't think he's in Ordon."

"Of all the times to go on an adventure… well, let's start looking for him."

"Yes. We'll start in Castle Town."

Meanwhile

As Dane went through the portal, he found himself about a hundred feet above some forest. Plummeting down, he crashed through the branches, tossed around by the constant collisions.

Finally, he landed, hard, on the forest floor, the falling gun striking his head and half knocking him out. He thought What the hell is happening to me? before losing consciousness.

I think this is the most epic thing I have written yet! Please review, let me know what you think!